quit your fucking stupid words.
your words have been the blade at my wrist for as long as i can remember.
your words drove him to swallow those fucking pills.
he's dead because of your "harmless" words.
and you, tucked away safely, hidden behind the 'anon' button,
saying what you want...
"faggot"... "go kill yourself"... "the world doesn't want mistakes like you"...
and all you cause is bitter emotions and unhappiness.
do you know how far people go?
just because of a few comments or one tumblr post?
you've killed people.
you killed my friend.
remember that, because i will never fucking forget it.
VOUS LISEZ
A Little Thing Called Death
Poésiei won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
